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WHO: The Dreamers; Inception crew + Arthur
WHERE: The Dreaming
WHEN: Thursday the 3rd and ongoing for a few days, until Arthur wakes up.
WARNINGS: Please warn in thread subjects!
SUMMARY: Arthur's powers go out of control, and the innocent (?) cityzens are affected.
FORMAT: As you like it! Please label your threads if they're open for other dreamers or just specific characters!

open ; dead bodies and probably violence

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nighttime in London - or, it seems like London, but none of the buildings are quite right tendrils of the City seem to be creeping in.

Everything is ridiculously detailed, and in a strange way, the details seem to jump out - as if their importance suddenly doubles or triples. Suddenly even the most unobservant person MUST notice them, and then they disappear into the background again.

Sherlock is standing over the corpse of a woman, eyes running over every detail. She's obviously been killed violently, huge running gashes running up her side and her face, the blood pooled around her. Sherlock is staring down at the wounds, before he sweeps his jacket back and leans down to press gloved fingers next to one of them.

Images start to flash around him - wound patterns and the weapons associated with them, as if he is running a list through his head and projecting it around him. One of the images flashes - a bread knife with a long, serrated blade. He smirks to himself.


In the background stands Lestrade and Donovan. Donovan is arguing with Lestrade about letting Sherlock onto the crime scene, but their voices are strangely muted and far away, because Sherlock isn't paying attention to them.]
Edited 2011-11-04 17:31 (UTC)

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[The images around Sherlock all suddenly snap and disappear, his attention entirely pulled towards the boy. His brow furrows and creases. This is no place for a child. This is a crime scene.

He stands, watching the boy run. The crime scene was closed. How did he get through the barricade, unless - his eyes widen. Obvious. Obvious. He must have been there the whole time. Possibly even through the killing...

The first eyewitness to the serial killer.

He takes off after the boy at a run.]
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[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even running Sherlock cannot help but track the bloody footprints as he goes by - images of shoes upon shoes flicker around him, trying to find the exact brand and the exact year while at the same time estimating exactly how much wear it would take and how many steps traveled to get that exact pattern. Even as his mind was doing all these things, though, he was still running.

As he caught up to the boy, the scene was changing, and Holmes was getting younger. It was almost Oxford, now, in the fall, and he grass was turning brown - the bloodied footprints standing out like a neon beacon. His breath was turning into a fine white mist as he reached an arm out to stop the boy.]


Stop! Wait --

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
No. Not necessarily. [His hand stays there - the grip gentle, but firm.]

Not if you tell me what you saw.

[And as it comes to mind, images of the killings spring up around him. Body after body - maybe a half dozen total, strangely fuzzy for the most part but with intense, stand out detail where Sherlock has pinpointed what is important. There's something about these bodies - they aren't entirely dreams. They're memories of a case long lost. Cold but still nagging at the back of Sherlock's mind.

His gaze is intense, and piercing.]

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sherlock's head tilts to the side and his hand drops as the crime scene expands around him - shivering over the oxfordian grass like a mirage. The vent... the vent.. Ah! There. But it's so small...

His eyes dart back to the boy.]


The Vent? You're sure?

But how did he -

[Suddenly John is there - not the real John, a projection - and he has his cane, leaning on it heavily. He gives Sherlock a dark look.]

What on earth are you doing?

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sherlock blinks and suddenly there's a man instead of a boy. In dream logic, of course, he doesn't find this strange at all, especially since the man and the boy share the same face, aged up.

There's a flicker of recognition across his face and Oxford shifts slightly, as if the grass is now in central park... But he can't quite link the face to a name, though he knows he should - knows he could - but it just isn't there.

Something nagging at the back of his brain... fanfiction...?]


I - but he couldn't have, it was too small. Are you sure that you saw... [But he was frowning, his voice trailing off, and they were fully in Central Park, now.]

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-04 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sherlock's eyes narrow and he looks at the man, really looks, and the details jump and he can see the lapel of the suit and the hair product and the shoes and the slight twitch in the lips.]

Children are often a much more reliable witness. [But the case isn't solved and Watson is looking at him quizzically and there are seven deaths, now, and only one lead. The footprints are still there, blood blazing a trail into the trees, and all Sherlock wants is to be able to concentrate.]

You would know if he was lying. You would remember.
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hello!

[personal profile] anagrammatist 2011-11-05 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, London. It's been a while. Long enough that the differences go mostly unnoticed; plenty could have changed in seventy years, after all.

Tom pauses not far from the scene, blending into the background well but not quite well enough--his clothes are too old fashioned. He wouldn't usually care about something like this, but the amount of detail has caught his interest, not to mention the images (some sort of mind magic? completely inefficient if that was the case).

The smart thing to do was leave, really; police generally didn't take kindly to civilians interrupting an investigation. But instead, Tom took a few more steps to get a better look, his shoes audibly scuffing against the pavement.
]
Edited 2011-11-05 02:53 (UTC)

:3 why hallo there. So this is before the log with Arthur.

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course Sherlock hears the foot steps. But he's too busy concentrating on the case to make any mention of it. It's Lestrade, of course, that walks up to the yellow police tape line.]

Come on, nothing to see here. Move along.

[But then Sherlock looks up and there's something different because he can't immediately place the boy's clothes. The images around him flicker as he looks at the boy and finally fade out. Instead, details start jumping out around Tom, becoming bright and clear.]

Wait. [To Lestrade, of course. Sherlock stands, eyes narrowing, and crosses the pool of blood without disturbing it.

Lestrade shrugs, and steps away.]
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got it! :3

[personal profile] anagrammatist 2011-11-05 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Tom glances at the man, looking only slightly chastised; even Tom Riddle the prefect wouldn't be completely sorry for being curious, so most people wouldn't be. He does take a step before the other man, the interesting one, speaks up. Well. He has no problems with staying.

He shifts casually, hands resting in the pockets of his coat, one loosely gripping his wand. He looks for all the world like he just stepped out of the 1940s and his appearance is immaculate; his clothes are well taken care of and there are only a couple scuffs on his shoes.

And the polite look on his face is well practised, almost perfect.
] I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stopped. I didn't mean to interrupt.

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
No, it's... fine. [Sherlock smiles. It's such a practiced motion that he pulls it off impeccably, despite not having an ounce of feeling behind it. He always was a good actor.

The details around Tom are bright and clear - the exact type of stitching in the shoes and around the pockets, the type of fabric and the exact colour dye...

A small counter appears beside Sherlock's head, with the year 2010, until it starts working backwards. It ends at 1940s with a '?' beside it. The words almost immediately fade after they appear.

Sherlock was right to be curious.]


It's only natural for an intelligent young man to be interested. [His low baritone voice was charming.]
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[personal profile] anagrammatist 2011-11-05 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Tom's gaze immediately flicks up at the numbers and his eyes narrow a fraction as they tick down. Of course, it would be easy to tell when he was from if one had any understanding of history...but it was interesting to see when the numbers started.

Sherlock gets a very mechanical smile for the compliment--he does hear it very often, and while he likes to hear it, any regular person would grow tired of it after a time.
]

I think many people would be. [His gaze flicks briefly back at the dead woman.] Do you know what happened?

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Sherlock, of course, is unaware of the images and the text and even the bright noticeable details. It's simply him projecting his mind around him. So when Tom asks, suddenly all the details of the crime scene leap into importance. The exact spray pattern of blood, the ragged edge of the wounds, the way her hand crumpled under her as she fell.

Images of six other murders float up around him like ghostly reflections - each different but then there are patterns, highlighted and glowing - that follow each of them.]


Of course.

[A small smirk. He isn't the world's greatest detective for nothing.]
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[personal profile] anagrammatist 2011-11-05 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Horribly inefficient. Tom can simply not imagine why anyone would want to have everything happening in their mind visible to everyone like this, much less someone working with the police, someone who seemed to notice so very much about the world around him.

If Tom were a better person, he would point it out. The man didn't seem aware of it (a backfired spell?). And he couldn't quite keep himself from looking, however briefly.
]

Of course. [He smiles apologetically and shrugs a bit.] I suppose that wouldn't be something you could share. Not in an ongoing investigation.

Still, it's good to see the police have someone so competent on their payroll. [Only not really. That is dangerous.]

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
They don't. I'm a consultant. [It's a point of personal pride. He doesn't need to be a police officer for them to beg him to come.]

But Sargeant Sally Donovan is getting tired with him - she didn't want him here in the first place and she's coming over with a very annoyed, exasperated look on her face.


Hey, Freak, you're wasting all our time here. [The statement could have been made to either of them, only Sally's eyes are locked on Sherlock.]
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[personal profile] anagrammatist 2011-11-05 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[A consultant. The word and the images want to remind him of something, but it's impossible, not to mention he was from completely the wrong time.

His polite smile falters a bit she the woman walks over, and his eyes briefly gain a very hard look at that word. It's gone soon enough, since it wasn't directed at him, but for that moment, it's clear it's not a word he's fond of hearing.
]

I suppose I should go, then. Seeing as I shouldn't have stopped in the first place.

[Not that he really wants to, especially not now, but he has to keep up the act.]

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-05 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Donovan is obviously getting agitated - Sherlock's dreams seem to be reacting a bit to the other presence, even if that is what has Sherlock interested. But behind him, a body, a case... His attention is starting to waver, as if the dream is trying to suck him back in. He wants to focus on the man, wants to place him but as every moment passes he's getting more distracted by the body.]

[He opens his mouth to reply, but Donovan is already cutting off.


Yes. I think you should. This is an active crime scene, and Mr. Holmes here is already enough of a burden.
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[personal profile] anagrammatist 2011-11-06 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, if he needed any confirmation, that was it. Even if it makes absolutely no sense--though in a lot of ways, it makes plenty of sense. Those images, undoubtedly the way his mind worked, fit all too well with what he knew of the legendary detective (which was quite a lot, frankly, there was only so much to do growing up in an orphanage when one hated all the other kids).

And in an instant, he is completely ignoring the woman. He's still pretty incredulous, since it was just a surname, but, well, he is a wizard, and one determined to make the impossible possible at that. He does try to keep most of that off his face.
]

Holmes? Is Dr Watson nearby as well? [If this wasn't him, it should seem like a cute joke, one he'd undoubtedly heard before. But if it was...]

[identity profile] sh-consulting.livejournal.com 2011-11-06 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[That brings Sherlock's attention fully back to the boy. His eyes narrow and the details JUMP as his scrutiny falls back on Tom. Donovan is about to say something more, but Sherlock raises an impatient hand to stop her.

His voice has lost it's practiced charm when he speaks, and comes out ice cold.]


And how, exactly, do you know Dr. Watson?

[Outside of the dream he's used to people making the connection - but here it's still London, even if it's a London with a John in it, unlike at home.]

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